Winter with its fallen skies
and cold, dank, heavy air
makes misery (which loves misery)
a much easier cross to bear,
for the audience at the open grave,
for the faces in the hearse,
for the sombre suited "eloquents"
as they read their sombre verse.
For the diggers, bearers, celebrants,
for the mourners as they cry,
death more apt, more doleful
beneath winter's fallen sky
Unfortunately, you may be right...suffering and or experience makes for better writes...sometimes writers write and you strain to see what the piece means to them...what is their relationship to the piece but your intent is so clear. The strongest piece I've read this far...clear and concise writing.
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
A belated thank you Ada.
Hope all is well in your neck of the woods
You have the truth of that, my friend. I have stood too many vigils at a graveside. Winter funerals are the saddest of all. Raw power and emotion here. Simple but evocative. Thank you for sharing.
Lol, I wanted to do a seasonl(ish) poem but not a pretty snow one, loads of them already out there... read moreLol, I wanted to do a seasonl(ish) poem but not a pretty snow one, loads of them already out there.
Thanks for having a butchers :))
Been a rough year and the year is getting worst. I lost many this year. The coldness of Winter is here and the sadness is heavy upon my heart. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
I'm sorry this year he been unkind to you and yours.
Let's hope 2022 is a better year.
.. read moreI'm sorry this year he been unkind to you and yours.
Let's hope 2022 is a better year.
Thank you.
Hope you a well
My husband passed away in January of 2018. Bitter cold, snow everywhere. It snowed like crazy on the day of his funeral, and it seemed so appropriate. I felt absolutely frozen inside, and totally alone. If had been sunny and warm the disconnect would have been too jarring. I've told everyone that when I die, there better be a celebration and a lot of remembering with laughter or I'm going to come back and haunt them all! You captured the somber mood of most funerals here, and you did with excellent rhyming, too.
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
So sorry for your losses.
We buried one of our best friends at the end of August, the most ki.. read moreSo sorry for your losses.
We buried one of our best friends at the end of August, the most kind, generous, fun loving lady you could ever wish to meet. After the funeral 150 of us celebrated her life with a " party" she would have loved, this continuing late into the night.
Thank you for sharing and reviewing.
It’s very true, it does seem that way gloom beneath gloomy skies. I like the seasons, gloomy days as well as long as they don’t carry on too long, we do need the sun as well. This is well written and I love the content. Very nice
Well, this one is not your basic upper. If it could be set to music, it would have to be a dirge. Symbolically, though, it is on the mark. Winter is the season associated with death, when life has seemingly gone into hiding. With its grim weather, it easily fits the role much better than any other season.
A nice metaphor using grey skies as if death has fallen, winter is nearing; We are sad, mournful, even grieving until the blooms burst and the sky has an aquamarine hue. Then we can revel in sun's radiance.
Nice write Gee.
Best, B
Winter is bad enough without funerals and funerals are bad enough without Winter, however, bringing the two together kills two birds with one stone, which is quite an economical usage of that morbid missile
Just saying
Devoted family man and lover of life.
Simply written, easily understood "stuff" for those without code breaking skills. You will NEVER need Google to understand me:)
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